SosiSal_Bird

"The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it" 

I've always believed in that quote and i always will, that is why i put up my mind to write these short stories, believing that someone will read it and help him/her in any way.

my short stories are based on my 20 years of experience in life, of how i see the world and how i deal with the problems i come across .

some of these stories i wrote thinking of a friend or two, who had been through a lot . i didn't mention names nor referred to any of them . you might even find that some characters aren't humans. 

it is just a work of fiction made to help and guide us through our emotions .

some might be imperfect as I am too still trying to guide myself through life. 

hope you enjoy reading it . continue being your amazing self.

i hope my bottled letters reach you shore safely .

The Memory Of The Ocean

I am not happy these days, i think i am now in an abyss of darkness and just nothingness . i am trying to guide my own self in this world, to become a better version of myself and to make everyone happy . but it is hard to please all the people in my life .


i smiled, showed i am happy and that their words doesn't affect me at all but it was killing me from inside ....slowly and painfully .


i should have only cared about my own happiness but people tend to think you are selfish then . our world is so unfair . it always wants to bring you down no matter how hard you try to get up .


Today's bottled letter is the dearest to my heart , i hope it arrives to your shore safely and to your heart dearly .


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long long ago there was a city that was built underground to protect the innocents from the wars of land . it was known to be the happiest place on earth , a place where the sad souls went to to find peace away from the sins of man .


laughter and music could be heard day and night , cheerfulness filled the air all the time . it was magical and from magic it was made .


a sweet cheerful melody arose , it was like a complete symphony made of everything beautiful that ever existed in the world ,it was too beautiful to stop listening to it .


everywhere you look smiles were upon the faces of the souls , the ones who were once mournful and wailing now reached the ecstasy of happiness , a happiness that made them blind .


too blind to see the only remaining miserable soul . like a sore thumb he stood out of the crowd ,it wasn't only the weird instrument that was clinging on his scrawny body with an even weirder pipe that went through his chest that made him stand out , it was the non existing smile on his pale face . no smile ? in the city of ultimate happiness ? very strange indeed .


the crowd cheered " more ..more.. more "


and the magical music continued , and with it the misery of that single soul .


very empty eyes stared at nothing ,a fake smile drew itself on his dry pale lips , his fingers didn't stop moving creating the magical beat .and neither did the instrument ,it kept on pumping ,eating his heart out . he was like a machine .


"look at all those laughing souls , you made them happy . so why aren't you happy ? remember ! you are the one who sacrificed for them.... or did they make you do it ? " a voice whispered in his tiny ears , or was he talking to himself ?!


" i am tired ...can i stop for just a minute ? look they are happy ,a minute of no music won't make a difference " the boy answered back .


the crowd cheered ″more ..more ..more " and more is what they got


the instrument clung on him even more .


a beat of a drum .....a beat of a heart


the instrument clings ....the pipe sucking


non of the happy souls seemed to notice or even care . for years the boy played the instrument making thousands and thousands of souls happy ,free and alive .yet not a single soul cared about the misery that hugged the boy like a second skin .


"why can't they hear our screams ?" the boy whispered ,too weak to raise his voice anymore .


what is the misery of one in comparison of the happiness of many.


for the pack to survive a sacrifice must be made . and what a sacrifice if it was voluntarily !


the boy made a mistake ,his kind heart and his naive thinking led him to this moment ....where he forgot himself ....forgot his happiness and got drained to death .


the pipe squeezed his heart , draining out every ounce of life that was left in him .


a single last beat of a broken heart.....then the music stopped .


his body collapsed on the ground turning to fine dust that got blown by a breath of wind and vanished in the air .


The Boy Who Forgot Himself